I listened to music that I haven’t listened to in years. I had forgotten how very funny the last movement of Beethoven’s 7th (the coda that wags the symphony) is.
This is preferable to attempting to play the recorder, which I also haven't done in years. I thought it would be good for my lungs. As it turns out, it rivals the vacuum cleaner* as a guaranteed way to drive Greebo out of the house when he is going stir-crazy.
* The real one, that is. The first time I ran the robotic vacuum, Greebo was so terrified he forgot all about pretending not to know how to operate the cat door, but now he just gives it a dirty look and goes about his business.